Visit to Pragati Ujaala

I went to a village school.Well,not exactly a school but a carrier box.It was so scorching there.You could say I was flipping over on a boiling pan in the sahara desert with the sun ray coming right at me.There were a truckload of kids in the first school,Pragati..The age size was largely different.One kid would be 4,while the other would be 12.That was one outlandish and queer thing.I guess they would be learning about multi complex fractions.But when I heard my mom teaching them,I almost choked and died.I was puzzled like I was eyeing a googol.They were learning about shapes,animals,colours,fruits etc.Then something suddenly striked me.I was a master at these things so I actually could be some help and teach them.My mom taught most of them,but I even chimed in and said some things to have an impact in their learning.After it ended,we gave them food An i was the sponsor.I carefully handed out patties to others.Then when we came to Ujaala,I felt a lot more soothed and relaxed.It was a shop changed to a little room with books and mats.There was a fan that helped me quench my sweat dripping down like the Niagara falls.The kids were a lot more intelligent and active than Pragati.At least I could tell something in a more higher grade.I was shocked when I found out some of them were already married and they were living in a torn-down house.Boy,I sure got the idea of the malfunctioning of a village school and their studies and growth in learning!

me giving them food